Link to TMS: https://docs.google.com/document/d/144IRfDG9AviY3S_e_URepsj3FbaLAzJpj_SnYMs1qaI/mobilebasic This wasn’t written recently, but it’s one of my favorite entries. Enjoy. [b]A Trophy[/b] “Zahir... why?” Crucius asked as Zahir knelt over his bounty, lifting the massive boomer out of the Knight’s disintegrating corpse. “Oh, uh, do you remember what Uxar said last week? When we visited his place?” “Uhh...” Crucius thought. Uxar had taken Zahir to his place to show some of his arsenal off. The details were blurry, but he could remember one moment. - “What’s that on your wall?” Zahir asked, pointing to the hollow helmet of a House of Devils captain. “That,” Uxar began, “was the helmet of a real piece of shit.” Zahir chuckled awkwardly. “Though, if you really want to know, he was a captain that I tracked for weeks. I thought I had cornered him in a cave, but I was wrong. He knew I was following him. He was pretty high up, so he had a large crew. In the end, I got out of there with his head, two of my favorite guns, broken, and the humiliation of multiple deaths.” “How many?” Zahir asked, leaning in closer. “Aye, too many to admit, man.” Uxar joked, punching Zahir in the arm. - “Ah, yeah! A trophy!” Crucius exclaimed, his eye blinking. “Yep, and this knight was definitely a piece of-“ Zahir was interrupted by a swift pelt to the side by a wire rifle. “Looks like we weren’t the only ones hunting this Knight.” Crucius said, dissolving into hiding. Zahir grunted, hauling his way across the snow into a building. The old metal groaned against his back as he reloaded his pulse rifle. Zahir whipped out, sending five bursts back at the hill. He heard the sound of ether spewing out of a Fallen’s body before he turned back into his metal cover. Before he could reload again, several wire rifle bolts tore through the metal behind him, sending sickening creaks into the air. Zahir yelled, dissolving into sparks of arc. - Zahir gasped as Crucius summoned him out of the air. He stumbled forward, turning to run out of his useless cover and into a rock. “You got a plan?” Crucius inquired as arc shots cracked against the rock. “Yeah...” Zahir answered, panting, “if they want Hive, I’ll give ‘em Hive.” Zahir unstrapped the boomer from his belt, stepping out of cover.